My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

At times in my present nomadic existence, I wonder, who am I now that I do not have a home? The thought might come as I am standing in a s...

Van Gogh, All Hung Up, oil on linen, 22 x 24 inches Is it possible that only three months have passed in my year long odyssey? The last...

Now, when I wake in the morning, the sound of the Mediterranean Sea is present. It is directly in front of my eyes, churning outside the li...

The soul of Venice has brought me together with Frédérique, a French doctor of letters. She teaches aesthetics in art at a university in N...

I have returned once again to my beloved Venice, where cars do not exist and church bell towers lean precariously close to falling. Althou...

It occasionally happens while I am painting that there is a moment of impasse and I must choose to either continue working in a way I know ...

THE DREAM is taking me backwards, away from my destination of circling the globe. Instead, I am now circling the Mediterranean Sea. How coul...

Edirne, near the Greek border, is the last city in Turkey where Baha’u’llah was forced to live in exile outside of His native Persia. Durin...

Early in life, I always pictured places in my mind’s eye by the images I gathered from books; especially art history books. New York I ass...

If sometimes the streets of the world are hell, I have found heaven on a mountain in Haifa, Israel. Being on the grounds of the Bahá’í wo...

To travel in an unfolding dream is to live every moment within mystery. Egypt is mysterious and inscrutable as the hieroglyphics inscribed i...